Billy and the Goon - 2. Chapter 2

Billy got a nice response, and he met some of the guys and wrote or talked to others. But none were what he wanted – too much grunting and drooling, some from guys who really wanted to hurt him. Not one elegant master – Daniel Craig as James Bond. So he added to his posting:

Sir! I’ll be happy to do anything you imagine, any time it pleases you. I’ll remain stripped to the waist if you desire. Think of me as your bare-chested butler.

You rang, Sir? Yes, Sir, I’m obliged to please you in any way. Another set of push-ups? I don’t mind at all, Sir. Will fifty reps be sufficient? A hundred? No, Sir, I don’t mind at all. A hundred military style push-ups for you will be my pleasure.

What’s that, Sir? You’d like to see more of my body? No, Sir, I don’t mind. Why don’t I pull down my tux pants so that more than my bare back is exposed? Or why don’t I simply dispense with all my clothes?

My apologies, Sir, I’m afraid that forced nudity never fails to arouse me. Would you like me to dress again, Sir? – to cover my humiliation? No? Of course not, Sir. I enjoy being embarrassed. It puts me in my place.

What’s that, Sir? You can’t help but notice that my nipples are fully erect – that they look stiff enough to cut glass? Again, I must apologize, Sir – I’m afraid my nipples are hard-wired to my, er, lower appendage. Would you prefer I put a shirt on to cover myself? No? Very good, Sir. I shall remain undressed.

What’s that, Sir? Of course, you may touch me in any way. My body is there for your pleasure. No matter what you do, Sir, I shall be delighted.

You want to squeeze and pinch my nipples? No, Sir, I don’t mind at all. You’d like to bathe first? That’s your prerogative, Sir, but if you’d rather be a little ripe, I assure you, I’ll be no less enthusiastic. Why don’t I bathe you myself, Sir?

What’s this, Sir? A gift? You shouldn’t have, Sir. What are they? Oh, little weighted bells for me to wear on my nipples. I shall wear them as often as you like, Sir, for as long as you desire. The bells should alert you to my presence.

Yes, Sir, this is the way I arrive from the agency. They don’t have me button my tux shirt, and I come with an variety of other shirts – button down white, cowboy plaid, lumberjack flannel, uniform khaki, and workman denim. Also, a suit, one pair of tux pants, one pair of tight black jeans, a thong, two jockstraps (one sporty, one leather), a g-string bikini bottom, and Speedos. Police and UPS uniforms are also available. Also included in the deluxe package are a leather collar with a chain leash, nipple grippers of every size and variety, a gallon of baby oil for my chest, and a gallon of lube. Weights and barbells are shipped separately for forced exercise to keep me in tip-top shape – Sir!